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Saturday [by Mark Ford]
After bursting through the allusion-barrier so dramatically, as related on Thursday, there has been no stopping me, and I would like to conclude my very enjoyable stint as your guest-blogger with a poem in…
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Friday – Whitman’s Canary [by Mark Ford]
If you’re ever, gentle reader, in Bolton, I strongly recommed a visit to the Bolton Museum, which houses, along with many other interesting local artifacts, the archive of and ardent group known as the…
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“Imaginary Brother” [by Bill Zavatsky]
Imaginary Brother I have had no brotherexcept the boy in the mirrorwho made faces at me, who made passes at mewhen I walked by,inviting me to the self-love that preoccupied mefor two-thirds of my…
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Thursday [by Mark Ford]
When I began writing poetry many moons ago, for some reason I deemed allusions infra dig, unbecoming. I suppose like all young poets I wanted my stuff to be anti-academic, to be a breath…
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What’s Watt, Uncle Sam
And yet it is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish…
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“Modern Love”: I [by George Meredith]
from Modern Love ( I.) By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand’s light quiver by her head, The strange low sobs that shook their common bed…
